Raymond

Chapter Four💚

Nathaniel's POV

My dad's going to kill me.

I shot down the road and made a sharp turn into my street. I shouldn't have stayed by the lake after Clarity left but I just couldn't get my mind off her. She is definitely going to be the death of me if she is to take my dad as her psychologist.

The wind blows sharply against my cold cheeks as I see my house come into view. I lift my left arm to check the time on my watch. 18h45, I'm so screwed. I make it to the garage door and get inside.

The lights are still on so he must still be awake. I walk into the kitchen only to be confronted by the man himself. I look over to the built in oven to check the time. 18h58, shoot I'm dead. I look over to him with a sheepish smile.

"Hey dad." I say softly as he slowly lifts he's head to look at me. He's siting by the island with a plate in front of him. Chicken skillet with a side salad. A matching plate placed opposite to his, probably mine and probably cold considering that we eat dinner at 18h00. He arches his brow as he places the book he was reading down next to his plate. He glances to the digital clock just like I did then looks back at me.

"We've been here for only 5 hours and you're already running after a girl." He says with a low chuckle as he folds his arms, giving off a smug look.

Ok, I think it's safe to say that I'm a hopeless romantic. I haven't really dated due to some trust issues I've developed over the years thanks to my mom and dad, but whenever I did one could say that I'm a bit persistent.

I did my utmost best to constantly be there and care but most girls would consider it clingy and the relationship wouldn't last long. That being said, I kind of get why my dad thinks that I'm after Clarity but that's not the case. She's something else. A clump of fresh air so to speak.

"Oh come on dad. You got to be kidding. I'm not running after Clarity. If anything I see her as just a friend. " I say as I take a set in front of him, about to dig into my food. Then life being as amazing as it is, a knock came from the front door.

"Now I wonder who that may be." He says with an amused tone as he walks to the door. I continue eating my food, totally ignoring how childish my father can be.

Soft mumbles can be heard as he talks to whoever is at the door. I quickly finish off my food and place my dish along with his into the sink as he walks back into the room.

"So, who was at the door?" I ask as I start washing our dishes, huming the tune Clairity was huming earlier today by the lake. For a while I heard nothing. I turn around only to find my dad smiling like an idiot as he holds up a hard piece of paper.

The writing on the paper revealed that whoever wrote it had excellent colligraphy skills. He then let's out an amused chuckle as he hands it over to me.

"I never saw you as one for shopping, Natty. Goodnight, see you in the morning." He says as he turns around and walks away, probably to his room. I look over to the paper.

" 08h00 sharp! Don't forget your medical history! -Clairity"

Medical history?

What does a store owner need with ones medical history?

What on earth did I get myself into?

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Tick.... Tick.... Tick

It just wouldn't stop! The constant ticking that I do not know the where abouts of its source. All I know is that it's desturbing my sleep. I turn to look out my window as my eyes start dropping again only to bulge out of my head as a sneaker bangs against it.